18 & Married (Harry Styles) By Trishawrites

Chapter 8- What Can I Say?

Harry's POV.

It's been 24 hours since she left me. I wish she listened to my explanation first. Maybe .. just maybe she'll still be here, cuddling with me. I haven't gotten any sleep last night, my head's spinning and won't stop thinking about Taylor. I finally admitted that I love her. I do.. I love Taylor.

I didn't know what to do so I called her Dad, he got kind of upset but then he apologized. That's really weird, I mean ... If I were a dad, I wouldn't apologize to the guy who hurt my daughter. Well, He didn't know why she left, tho. So.. I'm fucked.

He called me earlier and told me that Taylor's still in the country. She's a smart girl, she knew her Dad's one of the most powerful man in England and One phone call from his Dad to his connections and she'll be found. I need to find her, I miss her so much.

"Mate, you need to eat! Niall and Liam bought us Nando's!" Zayn spoke clearly, I didn't care. I don't want to eat.. I need to find my Taylor.

"I'm okay mate. I'm going back to London today.. I need to talk to Lucy. I think she's really close to Taylor. She's the only one who cried when I proposed to her." I trailed off, rushing to the door and shutting it behind me.

Taylor's POV.

I couldn't get out of the country just yet. My dad's Richard Somers .. he knows how to find me. He's too rich, One phone call and he's got everybody looking for me. I decided to go back to London 'cause they wouldn't think that I'd go back here. I was going to stay in Holmes Chapel but I couldn't. Our trip there was supposed to be fun and to get to know more about Harry but no. He cheated on me with a whore. Well, I found out one thing. He really is a whore and he does not worth my time.

But .. I still care for him.

I should've given him the chance to explain but I was stupid enough to let my anger take over my whole being. What if .. what if maybe he... Shit. Even I, can't make up any alibis for his shit. I miss him tho, I really miss him so much. He hurt me too bad that I didn't even care if I'm about to disappoint my dad. I'm not going to marry Harry. I don't think, I can.. even if I wanted too.

I sighed as I got up from my new bed, I found a small apartment in the middle of nowhere. Thank goodness, I bumped into an old friend of mine, Gioia. She showed me this apartment and we caught up with our lives, She's now into Photography and she's been doing it for a year. Good for her, At least she's happy. No boyfriend but she's happy.. Unlike me.

I was on my way to the kitchen when I heard a knock on the door. It's probably just her. My stomach started to twirl, fuck this door for not having a peep hole. Shit.

I reached for the doorknob, turning it gently and pulling the door open.

My eyes widened at the presence of the person in front of me, "Louis?!"

"Hiya there, Taylor." He beamed, "Can I come in?" He didn't even wait for me to answer and just walked in, collapsing on the couch.

I raised my eyebrows at him, "How.. how the hell did you find me?!" I questioned, watching him as he place his feet on top of my coffee table.

"Excuse you." I shot him a look.

"Well, A special lady told me about you." He spoke. " what ?! Who?!" I asked, sounding irritated.

"Don't get mad at her tho. She didn't know that we both know each other. Gioia told me about helping an old friend of her's and she told me you." He replied, getting up walking towards me.

Ugh, Gioia. She's amazing but .. damn, I should've told her about the boys!

"What are you doing?!" I asked backing away from Louis, my back hit the wall while Louis placed his hands on either side of me.